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He clears his throat. “That’s ridiculous.”
“It isn’t, T, and you know it.”
He holds my gaze. “I’m not ashamed of you, but our parents wouldn’t understand, Lu. This has been my argument all along.”
The pain of him rejecting me hits me all over again.
We can’t do this.
This is wrong.
Our parents won’t understand.
We need to stop.
All the old pain comes rushing back, as well as my defenses.
“Well,” I say, pulling the duvet up to cover myself. “You may as well go.”
His eyebrows quirk in surprise. “Go?”
I hold my head high. No point in delaying the inevitable. “Yes. Thanks for the orgasms, and can you set the alarm on the way out. It’ll save me getting up.” I give him a smile.
He stares at me with absolutely no expression. Typical Tag.
“You’re bootin’ me out?”
I nod. “Unless you want to go again?”
He grunts, rising from the bed as his nostrils flair.
I try not to laugh. I mean, he was never going to spend the night. He’d only end up leaving in a huff anyway.
“Always gotta dig the knife in, don’t you, Lu?”
“I’m not doing that,” I state calmly. “We fucked. It was great, and now I’m tired.”
In reality, I’m far from tired. I’d like nothing more than for Tag to take me in his arms and spoon me to sleep, waking me up in the morning with his big fat boner as he fucks me from behind.
But I know that isn’t going to happen.
Tag isn’t the cuddly type.
I remind myself that I’m not being a bitch. He broke into my house—correctionhishouse—to set the record straight and then fuck me.
We both know that he made the first move, he can deny it all he wants. But my heart is guarded. This is just an itch for him. It’s nothing. He’ll go back to fucking sweet butts at the club,something that fills me with dread, but I don’t let it show on my face.
“Should keep you awake for the rest of the night,” he grumbles, finding his clothes as he tugs them on and my heart thuds in my chest because he’ll be gone soon. “Teach you a lesson about bein’ a dick tease.”
I don’t want him to go. But I can’t tell him that.
“I’ll be sure to wear the shortest skirt I can find for work on Monday,” I tell him.
He turns to look at me and points. “You do that and I’ll fuckin’ remove it and take it home as a trophy to mount on my wall.”
I make anooh, I’m scaredface with wavy fingers and that only pisses him off even more.
“If you need any more booty calls, just text me,” I say sweetly as he sits and tugs his socks and boots back on.
